Everything suddenly happened so fast.

She was just barely starting to recover from her near-catatonia as Mona calmly, quietly talked her through it. It was a little like talking to Besca, the way her eyes the way she looked. No anger, no frustration, no judgement. She wasn't quite as sweet as Besca—little more jokey—but that was okay too. Her tense muscles started to slowly unbind themselves, and though she still trembled, it was no longer nearly as bad. She didn't respond, didn't want to interrupt, didn't want to hear her voice shaking anymore. But maybe she should've, because right as she was finally about to—

[i]"[color=gray]WHAT?[/COLOR]"[/i]

She jerked along with the cast and Mona, eye immediately wide with worry again as Besca nearly ran up to the set, then just as quickly started out. [color=ffe63d][i]What?[/i][/color] What was going on? There wasn't a singularity, nobody was in danger, but...then what was so urgent that Besca would pull her out. She looked at Mona and mumbled a quiet "[color=ffe63d]I'm sorry,[/color]" before following after. 

It took her a moment to catch up; Besca wasn't moving slowly, and she certainly wasn't waiting. The trembling returned, and she slid her hands into her jacket pockets and clenched them into tight white fists. 

"[color=ffe63d]Besca,[/color]" she asked softly as they approached the door, "[color=ffe63d]What's going on? What's wrong?[/color]" And even though Besca had already said that nobody was in danger, she couldn't help but follow it with a shaky "[color=ffe63d]Is everyone okay?[/color]"